“I chose a future!” Thaddeus snapped, the shackles rattling as he leaned forward. “I didn’t want to die unknown on a mountain no one remembers. I wanted the world to see what I could do. I wanted my name above the clinics, above the hospitals, above every Radcliffe legacy!”Elijah shook his head. “You have gotten what you want, didn’t you? Master set you free to pursue the desires of your heart.”Thaddeus’s jaw clenched and mist formed slightly in his eyes. He struggled to say, “Grandmaster Radcliffe was right the night he banished me… his words were right. He always said I was cursed with greed from the day I was born, that no matter how far I climbed, no matter what honor I gained… I would die wanting more.”His head drooped in shame.“I became the number-one physician in Brooklyn Heights. Wealth, reputation, power, everything the city could offer I already held in my palm.”A laugh escaped him. “Yet I still found myself chasing scraps… conniving for pennies, deceiving patients for

Back at the Old Langston family mansion, the Wexlers were in a state of panic and chaos.Their two elders lay on the ground, screaming in agony, eyes blinded, bodies wracked with a strange, uncontrollable sickness.No one could explain what had happened.It wasn’t until Elder Magnus stepped forward and said, confidently, “A curse.”He moved closer to the threshold, eyes narrowing as he studied the faint sigil etched into the wood.Then he scoffed. “Hah. I thought it was something serious. This? A child’s drawing, left behind by some lowly amateur who dabbles in mystic arts.”Several Wexlers froze, exchanging nervous glances. “You… you understand mystic arts?” one whispered in disbelief.Even Master Timothy had to stretch out of his wheelchair to say, “Elder Magnus, not everyone is proficient in this kind of thing. Is this really a curse?”“Mystic arts are a small matter for me. That symbol there is associated with a curse—how could I not recognize it? Do you doubt my knowledge?” he de

Elijah smiled mischievously, crossed his arms, and said, "Director Wilson, you know I'm very poor, so I might have trekked my legs over to the other Medical Center. Do you have a glass of cold, refreshing juice for me? Pineapple Mint." He specified the flavor at the end and yawned.At this moment, Wilson's head was going to explode from the rage he could no longer contain, and he was grinding his teeth almost to dust.How dare this roadside apprentice sit in his executive chair?Did he want to die?"You! Get up right now or don't blame me for calling security to beat you up!" he shouted, pointing at Elijah with a vibrating finger.Elijah simply raised a brow and said calmly, "Director Wilson, if I'm going to tell you what happened, don't you think I need to have a clear throat? The scorching sun this afternoon has wreaked havoc on my throat; I might sound like a frog soon. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"Wilson slowly let down his finger but was still boiling. "Hurry up and tell me..

“What are you doing here?” Margaret frowned as she saw Serena approaching.“Why wouldn’t I be here? The doctor called saying you took Dad away when he was supposed to be in treatment.” Serena’s voice was low as she angrily took the bottle from her mother.She had seen enough to know that Margaret was causing trouble and had even threatened the security guards a moment ago.“I’m here to get that $5 million back. These people are scammers,” Margaret snorted angrily.“If you hadn’t come here, we would have beaten her,” the head of security stepped forward quickly to say. “She accuses us of nonsense and has already destroyed a lot of things. Does she think we can be bullied in this West Crest Restaurant?”“You!” Margaret wanted to lunge at them, but Serena stopped her and turned to the security team.“I apologize for this. Let me—”“There’s no use apologizing today. We have called our manager already.”At this moment a cold baritone voice shook the entire entrance of the restaurant. “Who

"Frank Allen?" Manager Rufus scoffed. "Hmph! I've never heard of that nonsense name before. Who are you?"He didn't care who had appeared today or what their name was. He must get what he wanted.Margaret now emboldened, pointed to the Porsche Cayenne parked outside the restaurant and said arrogantly, "That's his car outside. Do you think everyone can get their hands on a Porsche?"This didn't move Manager Rufus, who remained rock solid. He sneered, "What's a Porsche? In Brooklyn Heights, people know my name and what I stand for. Why don't you ask at Dinner N Dine in the other district and they'll tell you about Manager Rufus. I've never heard of the shitty name 'Frank Allen' before."Margaret gritted her teeth and fired her last card without holding back, "His father is a senior executive at the Mercedes-Benz company. Do you still dare to be brave?"This, of course, made Manager Rufus blink for a second.The moment Margaret’s words landed, the bustling restaurant fell strangely quie